Somnambulist Ballad, Federico Garcia Lorca
Green wind. Green branches.
The boat on the sea
and the horse in the mountains.
With a shadow round her waist
she dreams upon her railing,
green flesh, green hair,
with eyes of frozen silver.
Green. I want you green.
Beneath the gypsy moon,
things are watching her
and she cannot look back...."
(Somnambulist Ballad, Frederico Garcia Lorca)
"To be a good human being is to have a kind of openness to the world, an ability to trust uncertain things beyond your own control... being more like a plant than like a jewel, something rather fragile, but whose very particular beauty is inseparable from its fragility."-- Philosopher Martha Nussbaum
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